0 comments/ 273689 views/ 1 favorites Never Saw Blue Like That - 08 By: velvetpie Cal's breath caught in his throat as Neal's soft fingers brushed his skin and he couldn't help himself as he watched the young man's face. Neal focused on each button, springing it free, then let his fingers drift inside to push through Cal's soft chest hair, exploring his torso as if he'd never touched a man before. The innocence was intoxicating and Cal found himself audibly sighing with each touch, shivering as he waited for the next button. Finally, his shirt was open and Neal pushed it off his shoulders, hoping that Cal hadn't noticed the tremble in his hands. He'd been with other men before but there was something about Cal, something that made it feel as if it was his first time all over again. He felt shy and uncertain, afraid to look into Cal's eyes and see disgust. His heart skipped a thousand beats when Cal lifted his head and leaned in for a kiss. Neal knew that it wasn't a normal kiss; this kiss was meant for him, to quell the nervousness that ran rampant through him. It was a kiss to let him know that no matter what he did, Cal wasn't going to judge him. Just that knowledge alone made Neal want to cry but the throbbing of his awakening cock commanded his attention. Cal closed his eyes, throwing his head back as Neal's lips covered one of his nipples. The sensation was so strong that he gasped, his body jerking with the sexual currents that rippled through his body. It had been a long time since he'd let someone in and tears pricked his eyes as he realized what he had been missing all this time. It was even sweeter with Neal. He shivered as he felt Neal's mouth move up to his neck, nibble gently, then move down over his belly. "Neal." A thrill rushed through him as he heard his name on Cal's lips and he slowly slid to his knees, working the belt buckle free. A few seconds later and he was unbuttoning his pants, then sliding them down and tossing them to the side, following with Cal's underwear. He was delighted to see the hard tube of meat that jutted from Cal's groin and he ran his fingers over it before wrapping his lips around the proud helmet. Cal gasped at the warmth of Neal's mouth and an involuntary whimper parted his lips. Neal's tongue was so skillful that Cal felt the familiar tingles almost immediately and had to push him back, afraid that he'd cum too soon. He wiped the confused look from Neal's face by pulling him up and capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss. He groaned again as Neal's hand found his cock, deftly stroking it a few times while their tongues danced together. "I want you to make love to me. Right here." Neal turned around, leaning against the thick piling at the jetty's end and closed his eyes, waiting for his lover's touch. He didn't have to wait long. Cal's hands slid along his naked back and around to his chest, circling and pinching his already sensitive nipples while rubbing his clothed chest against his back. He ripped his shirt off and stepped out of his pants, pulling Neal's naked body against his and drawing a sweet moan from the young man. "You feel so good, Neal." A shiver ran through Neal's body as Cal caressed him and he leaned back against him, rubbing his ass back and forth against Cal's hard prick. "You do, too." He answered breathily, gasping when Cal's hands kneaded his ass cheeks, then spread them apart to let his cock ride in the sweaty cleft. "Oh, yeah, Cal. Please." "Please what, sweet boy?" The words were thick in his throat as the head of his rod rubbed over, then past Neal's flexing pucker. "I want you inside me." He gasped, turning his head to plunder Cal's mouth. He reached back and grasped Cal's cock, lining the fat purple head up. "Please. I need you inside me." Cal gritted his teeth and leaned forward, pressing himself into the young man's body. Sweat provided lubrication but it had been a long time since Neal had been with anyone and Cal's entry was slow, much to both men's delight. Neal trembled in Cal's embrace, bearing down and welcoming his thick tool into his body and Cal fought to keep from cumming, being squeezed by Neal's hot, velvety canal. Several seconds later, he was at bottom and sighs of relief echoed from both men. Neal moved first, leaning closer to the piling and letting Cal's cock slide out, then back into his hole. He moaned in pleasure, hoping that Cal was feeling the same. Cal's hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him back against him and impaled him on his thick rod again. A bright tingle crackled through him as the head scraped against his prostate and goosebumps formed on his skin, making his nipples harden. "God, yes!" And then they were moving together, Cal pumping steadily and Neal whimpering in a rapture he'd never felt before. Cal's thick cock pushed him over the edge and he shouted as he came again, his jets of cum squirting into the air and breaking the surface of the beautiful blue lake below them. His release triggered Cal's and the older man roared as he deposited his semen into Neal's body, jerking with each ejaculation. As the last gob left his body, he sank to the weathered boards with Neal, holding him close as they quivered with aftershocks. "Are you all right?" Neal nodded, his heart too full to speak. Tears welled in his eyes as the sun began to rise, its questing fingers painting the lovers as they lay together. To Neal, it all seemed perfect. It was what his father would have wanted. His only son and his oldest friend happy. Together. Cal pulled his shirt over them and wrapped his arms around Neal, smiling as they watched the sun rise, imagining that the lake was a reflection of Garrett's blue eyes and knew that he would see blue like that again, every day when he looked into Neal's eyes. Never Saw Blue Like That Ch. 01 Calvin Butler was eight years old when he first learned what 'gay' meant and he would never have thought that the word would have applied to him. He wasn't sure why he went to Garrett's house that day. Maybe he went to see his best friend's mayo jar of lightning bugs or possibly to play a little baseball but he had awoken as usual, shoveled an egg and bacon sandwich down his throat and pedaled his three-speed down Hampstead Boulevard, ignoring his mother's screeched words to be careful of the traffic. He deftly weaved through the cars and laughed when an ambulance swerved to miss him. Geez, what a rush! Garrett was quiet that day. Calvin found him in the backyard at their favorite spot, a spit of jetty that overlooked Lake Pinto. His blond curly hair lifted in the wind as he just stared across the sparkling water, his bare feet dangling in the lazy waves. Garrett parked his bike at the side of the house, took all of two minutes to get rid of his shoes and socks and dashed to his friend's side, plunking his toes in the lukewarm water. It wasn't until much later that he noticed that his friend had been crying. "What's the matter?" He would never forget the look on Garrett's face nor the look of sadness in his deep blue eyes. "We're moving." "What?" The words hadn't quite sunken into his head but he knew that they were the reason for his friend's sadness. "What'd you say?" "We're moving." "No shit! That sucks!" Calvin kicked the water up, splashing their calves. "Who's gonna go fishing with me now?" Garrett Whitley didn't have an answer for his question. He was wondering how he was going to live the rest of his life without telling Calvin that he loved him. * * * * * "I want that property!" Cal Butler spat into the phone. "I don't care what it takes, I want that property." "Mr. Butler," The clerk's apologetic voice filled the tiny speaker. "There's nothing I can do. The property belongs to Mr. Whitley's son. If you want to purchase it, you'll have to talk to him." Cal closed his cell phone and closed his eyes, taking a deep, cleansing breath and rubbing his pounding temples. Why couldn't anything be simple? For almost thirty years, he had been after that property, watching as it changed hands several times within the family and now that the last Whitley had died, he thought he had the perfect opportunity to snap it up. But now to learn that there was a grandson involved ... He let his hand blindly drop onto the intercom button and his assistant, Patti, answered quickly. "Patti, book me on a flight home." "Home, sir?" He lifted his head and swiveled in the chair, his eyes falling upon the perfect view of New York's vibrant skyline. "Yes, Patti. Home. Florida." * * * * * The memories overwhelmed him almost immediately and Cal stepped off of the plane, nearly stumbling down the tiny set of stairs as he recalled the last time he'd seen this airport. He had been nine years old and his best friend, Garrett was leaving on a plane that would take him to the far-flung reaches of Colorado. His throat tightened when he stepped on the tarmac, looking over to the spot where they had shared their last embrace. His breath caught as the ghosts of two young boys appeared, their thin arms wrapped around each other, tears in their eyes and then the scene morphed into the imaginary sight of a coffin sliding across the heated road, Garrett's parents mopping their eyes as they slowly trudged behind it. The news of Garrett's death had hit him hard; in fact, he would be honest enough to say that he'd never recovered from it and had not been able to bring himself to attend the ceremony when he'd learned of the news. "Mr. Butler?" He was happy that the car Patti had arranged for him was waiting and he piled himself into the Grand Marquis, his eyes smarting as long-remembered roads unfolded before him, all leading to the piece of property that he obsessed over, lovely Lake Pinto and the acreage that went along with it. And the unspoken childhood memories with his first and only love, Garrett Whitley. The car trundled into the sand-and-pebble driveway, winding its way to the big house and finding a shady space at the side. Without waiting for the driver, Cal stepped out of the car, leaving his expensive jacket in the backseat and ordering the driver to wait inside the vehicle until he returned. Orders given, he kicked his shoes off and walked down to the end of the jetty, noticing that the Florida sun had taken its toll on the weathered pine boards as age had taken a toll on the old bones that he lowered to sit at the end. The green scent of algae and moist earth assailed his nostrils and he inhaled deeply, fighting the ghosts that wandered all around him. Garrett's cornflower blue eyes reflected up at him from the depths of the lake and he felt his cock harden as he closed his eyes and recalled his perfect features. If he was still alive, Garrett would be fifty-three, the most handsome fifty-three year old that Cal had no doubt ever seen. He imagined what he would look like: full lips with a perfect cupid's bow, tousled blond curls and those dark, blue eyes. Never saw blue like that, he'd said once of his friend's eyes, a color whose beauty was only matched by the angry sky's reflection in this little scoop of water. Garrett had laughed and largely ignored him for most of the rest of the day, except ... he whimpered as his hand rubbed his hard penis through his pants. He imagined that beautiful mouth drawn in pleasure, sweet breaths issuing around his soft tongue as Cal wrapped his own tongue around Garrett's hard cock, enjoying the musky smell of his best friend's crotch. His sweat and heat commingled with the fresh air and the jetty creaked with the rhythm of passion, Cal's rich imagination firing his own desire as he stroked his rod, quivering as he neared the edge, then went hurtling over, Garrett's sweet name a whisper on his lips as his cum fountained, arcing and landing into the gently lapping water below. Tears burned his eyelids and he swallowed past the lump in his throat as he tucked himself away, his friend's name on his lips as sobs overtook the remembrance of pleasure and plunged him back into the clasp of despair that he'd known for so long. "Who are you?" The young man's voice reached into his stupor but it was his eyes that caught and held Cal's attention. He struggled to his feet, hastily wiping the spent semen from his hands and blinking his tears away. "I'm Cal Butler. I was a friend of your father, Garrett." The expression on the young man's features went from anger to unbridled joy. "Uncle Calvin?" "Just Cal." "I'm Neal Whitley." He extended his hand, warmly enclosing Cal's in his own. "I've been looking forward to meeting you for a long time." Never Saw Blue Like That Ch. 02 Cal balked at first when Neal had invited him into the old house but just seeing the back stairs reminded him of the past and he found himself wondering where the jars were. Before he could speak, Neal walked over to a tallboy and pulled the door open, showing him a wealth of mayonnaise, jelly and olive jars, along with clay pots and chipped porcelain plates. "Is this what you were looking for?" Cal nodded, silently swallowing past the lump in his throat and Neal turned away, sensing the man's pain. He closed the door and came back to the hallway, holding the screen door open as they entered the kitchen. Everything was the same and Cal paused, swearing that he could see Garrett's mother, Madeline, at the stove, stirring a pot of chicken-broccoli soup while her husband, Peter, sat at the table, nibbling on garlic bread and tomato-garlic salsa. "Hey, Calvin!" Peter always looked up when the kid came in. "Have some bread." "No, thanks." He would always answer, ignoring the rumbling of his stomach. He was embarrassed for Mr. Whitley to know that he hadn't eaten since the day before but he was well-aware that the Whitley's knew all about Jodie Butler. After all, a small town only had room for one prostitute. "Nonsense! Get your ass over here and dig in. Maddy always makes too much." That was a lie and both child and adult knew it. Still, Calvin obediently washed his hands in the sink and took the loaded slice of bread, savoring the delicious treat as he pounded up the stairs to Garrett's room. "Bring back memories?" "Uh, yes." Cal took a deep breath and let his hands travel over the worn countertops and the cold top of the oven. "Lots." "Dad said you'd come back one day." Cal turned, his heart heavy and stared into the eyes of the child of his beloved. "How did he die?" "Heart attack." Neal pulled out a chair at the table and sat down heavily. "We just got him through a bad bout of pneumonia, then ... " Silence hung in the room as Neal lowered his head. "It was very quick." The young man's voice threatened to break. "He would have wanted you to know that he was in no pain." Cal swallowed, tracing errant circles on the table. "That's good to know." Neal nodded, then raised his head, examining the older man that sat across the table from him. "He ... he loved you, you know." Cal nodded in response, his throat aching with unshed tears. "I've been trying to reach you because you're named in the will." "What?" "You expected that, didn't you?" "No. How the hell could I have expected that? I hadn't seen Garrett since he moved!" "He never forgot you." Cal stood abruptly. "I didn't come here expecting anything from him." "I know." Neal whispered, taking a shiny Macintosh apple from the wooden bowl of fruit and polishing it against the flannel of his shirt. "He said as much." "He told you about me?" "Yes. He ... " Cal watched the young man chew for a few seconds. "Why don't I let you hear it from him?" Neal arose, heading into a different part of the house and Cal reluctantly stood, following him into the living room. Neal walked over to an entertainment center, activated a VCR, pressed a tape in and thumbed the remote into operation as he took a seat on the couch opposite Cal. The screen awoke to static, then blackness, then the aged features of Garrett Whitley filled the screen. Cal's breath caught in his throat and he covered his suddenly dry mouth with his hands. Garrett was in a wheelchair, smiling at his son who had come into the shot to fix his hair. Neal gave him a playful punch and disappeared behind the camera again. Those hauntingly beautiful eyes faced the camera and they bore into Cal's soul, clear with purpose. "Hi, Calvin." Garrett laughed. "Or should I call you Cal?" He laughed again, rubbing his face and letting his joviality erode into a more serious nature. "I've missed you." The words came unbidden from Cal's lips. "I missed you, too." "I'm kind of at a loss of where to begin. I suppose the most appropriate would be to begin where we left off." Garrett's voice grew soft. "At the airport, hugging each other goodbye." He took a deep breath. "Did you feel how hard my dick was? Did you even know?" Garrett shook his head, giving another of his trademark smiles. "My greatest regret was that we never had enough time to truly get to know each other. We were so young when I left ... I don't think you ever knew just how much I loved you." Again, Cal spoke without his mind truly knowing what he was saying. "And I loved you, too, Garrett." Another smile that harkened back to misty mornings, fishing at the lake. "Calvin Butler, I'm gay and I'm in love with you." Never Saw Blue Like That Ch. 03 Gay. The word struck him like a cold slap of water in the face and he shook as if he had been assaulted. Gay. He'd had a hell of a long time to think about that word and still, he could not put his name and the word gay together in the same sentence. He thought about Garrett often and ruminated over the feelings he had for his childhood friend but he was unable to attach the word 'gay' to that relationship. And so his life had continued. It had taken him nearly a year before he could reach out to anyone else for friendship. Even Jodie had found him more icy than normal and a chance sighting of Carlton Sheets at a street fair had turned him onto the world of real estate and with that discovery, he'd escaped the confines of the backward state of Florida. He'd hopscotched to West Palm, then Miami, then up the coast until he reached New York and there, he'd become a force of real estate nature, dropping million dollar deals and toasting with Cosmopolitans while he left the past behind. "Wow." The word escaped him like air from a deflating balloon and all at once, he was jealous of his friend for having the courage to not only speak the truth but also to say it out loud. "Does that surprise you?" Garrett laughed again, winking at someone behind the camera which was Neal. "I hope that you felt the same thing that I did that day when I left; that you loved me, that if I would have stayed, we would have become lovers. That I would have spent my last breaths dying in your arms." The ensuing silence was punctuated by Cal's swallowed sobs and the sniffles of Garrett's son. "Since I haven't heard from you, I can only hope that you felt the same." "Bitch." The epithet that Neal snarled was almost lost on Cal until the videotape version of Garrett spoke again. "But I know that you never heard from me." On the television set, his old friend hefted a plastic bag filled with what looked like envelopes. That same plastic bag landed in his lap, deposited by Neal and Cal glanced from son to father. "These are the letters that I wrote to you and each one was returned by your mother." Cal looked down at the bag, anger heating his face. How could his mother have done that to him? He already knew the answer. Neal's expletive explained everything. "That bitch!" "Anyway, I won't harp on that. If you're seeing this, I'm long gone and hopefully, she is, too." He laughed. "I've left something to you and you'll have to visit my lawyer's office with my son, Neal, to receive it." A wide smile creased his still-handsome features as his eyes temporarily focused on the person behind the camera. "You'll love him, Calvin. My son is the man I wish I would have been." The uncomfortable stretch in the silence was broken by Garrett's laugh. "And I'm sure that he'll tell you that as well." "Goddamned right!" Cal wiped tears away, glancing over at the young man and laughing. "That sure of yourself, eh?" "Goddamned right." This time, the words were a little quieter and Cal had no doubt that Neal was the man he and his father had professed him to be. "Goddamned right." "I hope that I'll see you in heaven, Calvin. Until then ... " Garrett saluted and Cal stood, returning the gesture as tears poured down his cheeks, remembering their childhood farewell. "Live well." * * * * * Neal watched Cal's reaction to his father's video recording and felt conflicting emotions. Part of him was overjoyed that he was finally meeting the man who had stolen his father's heart all those years ago but another part was angry, inconsolably angry that he had stayed away so long. If he so loved his father, why hadn't Calvin Butler come for him? "I loved your father, Neal. I loved him with all my heart." "Then why ... " "I don't know." Cal bowed his head, still struggling to bite back tears. "It was complicated. We were so young and I didn't know what my feelings meant. By the time I had some kind of idea, Garrett was gone, whisked away to Colorado and out of my life forever." He took a deep breath, trying to come to terms with his own feelings. "I didn't know what the word 'gay' meant until high school and even longer before I knew the word applied to me. Then everything sorted itself out and I finally understood what everything meant." "Too late." He shook his head in response to Neal's whisper. "Yes, too late. Much too late." Cal didn't notice that the young man had stood and was kneeling at his feet any more than he felt the tears striping his cheeks. "When I heard that he had died ... " The words wouldn't come and before he knew it, he was sinking into Neal's embrace, sobbing his heart out as he released the emotional demons of his past with no knowledge of what lay ahead. Never Saw Blue Like That Ch. 04 "I'm sorry." Cal swiftly wiped his tears away, embarrassed by the emotions that he seemed unable to control. He released the young man, glancing up into his dark blue eyes, temporarily mesmerized by their beauty. Words that he'd spoken years ago came back to haunt him, echoing in his brain. Never saw blue like that ... He quickly averted his eyes and shook his head in an attempt to clear the memory. "So, Mr. Butler ... " "Cal." "Cal." Neal corrected, giving the man some space and forcing himself to ignore his suddenly aroused body. "What made you suddenly decide to come visit?" "I was hoping to buy the property from Garrett's heir." "Buy the property? But it's not for sale." "I know it. I've been trying to buy this property for years." A knowing expression bloomed on Neal's handsome features. "So you're the one! You're the one that's been hounding my family!" Cal nodded. "I've always wanted this place. For the memories." "I wondered why someone would want our little piece of swampland. Now it makes perfect sense." Neal turned away. "Only I'm not willing to sell, Cal. This is my family's legacy and I'm the only one left." "I understand." Cal slowly arose, feeling better than he had in a long time and extended his hand to Neal. "Thanks for seeing me, Neal. I appreciate it. Maybe we can have some dinner while I'm in town." "I'd like that." With a curt nod, Cal left, sinking into the air-conditioned back seat of the car, then turned, perched on his knees like a child, watching as the lake and the past began to disappear into a tiny dot on the horizon. But what remained with him were the tear-filled eyes of his best friend's son, the dark blue orbs drilling into his and lighting a flame whose warmth would keep him heated until they met at the lawyer's office two days later. "I don't understand." Cal sat forward in the chair, looking from the lawyer to Neal, who also sat with his mouth hanging open. A day of quiet introspection and a trip to his old home had left him exhausted and he slept like a restless baby, his dreams filled with images of Garrett. Breakfast went down like sawdust and the driver made sure that he arrived at the lawyer's office in time for the reading of Garrett's will. "What is it that you don't understand, Mr. Butler? It seems to me that Mr. Whitley's wishes are quite clear." Cal heard what the lawyer, Mr. Hammerstein, said but he couldn't believe that he'd heard what he thought Hammerstein had said. He could have sworn that he heard the lawyer say that he was half-owner to the lake and all of its surrounding acreage. For some reason, it just wasn't registering in his mind. "What the fuck is this?" Neal blurted, standing and pointing an angry finger at Cal. "You convinced him to change his will, didn't you?" "Neal, I told you, I hadn't talked to your father in years!" "Why now? Why'd you come back now?" "Because of the property." "Exactly!" Neal's eyes gleamed with uncontrolled anger. "The property, which you are now half-owner of. Well, I'll tell you right now, Mr. Butler, you'll never get that property! Never!" Silence pervaded the room after Neal stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Shaken, Cal remained in his chair, gratefully accepting the shot of Johnnie Walker Black that Hammerstein offered him. "What do I do now, Mr. Hammerstein?" The wizened lawyer slugged his own alcohol back and stood, straightening his tie. "Live, Mr. Butler. You just live." * * * * * Cal headed out to the house that night, intent on patching things up with Neal. He had had a lot of time to think and had come to the conclusion that it would be best to give up his claim on the property and to never return here again. He eschewed the driver for this trip and commandeered a rental car, piloting it down the long driveway and pulling alongside Neal's Saturn. Music was coming through the open screen door of the house and Cal called out for the young man before he stepped inside. Neal was passed out on the couch, an open bottle of Jack Daniels on the table beside a half-filled shot glass. In his lap was a photo album and the breath caught in Cal's throat when he noticed that the pictures he could see were of him. He crept forward, easing the book out of the sleeping man's hands and sank into a neighboring chair, flicking to the front page. In a child's scrawl was written, Uncle Cal. Never Saw Blue Like That Ch. 05 Uncle Cal? Beneath those words was an old picture of himself when he was seven, his arm dangling around Garrett's neck. Just the sight of that photo brought back memories of the day, entire afternoon spent trying to catch the Papa fish, a huge catfish whom was rumored to live in the dark hole they fished every day. No one ever caught it, though. The next few pages were newspaper clippings about him, followed by more pictures. These made him sit up. These were recent. He recognized a trip to Paris six years ago and there were quite a few shots him on the beach in the Riviera, frolicking with other gay men. There were more pictures of a trip to Egypt, one of them an intimate photo of him French-kissing an old boyfriend and a huge group of shots from a trip he took two years ago to Rio de Janeiro. This section was different than the others. Here, there were nude pictures of him, dancing in the gay clubs while there and five caught his eye. His friend, Robert, had taken him into a dark alleyway and proceeded to give him a toe-curling blow job. The five photos were of that act and Cal was astonished to see his eight-inch cock so clearly delineated. The cum shot was the most exciting and he realized that whoever had taken the picture had been close. He searched his mind and remembered a drunken bum who had shuffled past. More photos followed, most of him in New York and a few when he'd gone to Miami for a business deal. Just as he was about to close the book, a folded piece of paper slipped out, landing on the floor and he picked it up, quietly flipping it open. It was dated just after Garrett's death and was addressed to him. Dear Uncle Cal, I know that this must sound strange, me calling you Uncle when I've never met you but if I call you what I really want to call you, I'm afraid that you'd be frightened away. And what do I want to call you? My lover. I've been in love with you as long as I can remember. Dad used to tell me about you and I decided to find you. I spent a lot of money to have you followed and to find out what kind of man you were. Why? Because I want to give myself to you. I want you to come to Florida and live with me. I want to wake up in your arms and go to sleep with your cum trickling out of my ass. I want to suck your dick while you're on the phone, making a deal and I want to hear your growl when you nut in my mouth. I've tried every way possible to get to you so I'm going to try something different. I know that you've always wanted the lake so I'm gonna have Dad's will changed to reflect that you have half ownership. Then you'll have to come here and we'll have to meet. I only hope that I have the courage to give you this letter but knowing me, I doubt it. I love you, Cal. Please give me a chance to show you how much. Love, Neal Cal sat back in the chair and just stared at the sleeping young man. How could this be? How could Garrett's handsome son want him? What made him so deserving of this gift? Before he really knew what he was doing, he was kneeling beside the couch, reaching out and letting his soft fingertips trace the line of his jaw and rub his pink lips. He watched Neal's eyelids flutter open, the haze of inebriation quickly replaced by confusion. Cal held up the letter and his confusion morphed into horror. When Neal tried to speak, Cal laid a finger against his mouth, then slowly leaned in, replacing the finger with his lips. The young man shivered, eagerly pressing his mouth against his, then opening his mouth and allowing Cal's tongue to slip inside. When Cal pulled back, Neal kept his eyes closed for a long moment, licking his lips and savoring the taste of the other man's tongue. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart as he gazed into the depths of Cal's green eyes. "Why?" "Because I'm in love with you." Never Saw Blue Like That Ch. 06 "How ... help me to understand how this happened?" Neal shrugged, sitting up and rubbing his face. "One day, I looked at that picture of you and Dad and I was in love." "Neal, do you know how old I am? I'm twenty years older than you!" "So? What does that have to do with anything?" Neal bent down, his hands on Cal's shoulders. "My heart doesn't see your age." "What does it see then?" Neal cupped the older man's face, examining his eyes. "It sees kindness, honesty and love. It sees acceptance, respect and integrity. It sees a reflection of my father, a good, sensitive man who loves me." The words Neal spoke humbled Cal and made some of his hardness melt away. He had protected himself from life because he didn't want to endure the heartache that he had with Garrett and now, Garrett's son was asking him to take a leap of faith and to allow his heart to feel again. He wasn't sure if he could. "Neal, I'm sure there are a hundred, no, a thousand guys that would beat a path to your door for an opportunity to be in a relationship with you. I think one of them would be better for you." "And I know that they wouldn't, not any one of them. I know that only you will be better for me. You will be perfect." His deep blue eyes searched Cal's green ones. "Look into my eyes and tell me that you don't want me, that you don't feel something for me, other than the fact that I'm my father's son. If you can look me in the eye and tell me that, I'll sell you the property." Cal looked away, his heart heavy and his mind whirling with delicious confusion. "The property would mean nothing without you." When he raised his eyes to meet Neal's, he half-smiled at the tears glistening there, then quickly arose, pulling the young man up into his arms and crushing his mouth against his. Neal whimpered and wrapped his arms around Cal, pushing his hips against Cal's and receiving the older man's gasp of pleasure as his reward. "Stay with me." Neal whispered against Cal's mouth. "Let's make this lake our own." "I thought you'd never ask." Cal answered, kissing him into silence. He kept plying the young man with kisses, pulling his shirt off and rubbing his hands all over Neal's torso. The soft sounds issuing from Neal's mouth made Cal's cock harden to granite proportions and he lowered his lips to the two rosy disks on Neal's chest. Neal nearly screamed, his body arching like a tightly-strung bow in Cal's hands. "Cal." Neal pushed him back, desperately trying to catch his breath and noticing that Cal was suffering from the same malady. "I need to say something to you. I need to make sure that you understand where I'm coming from." He took a deep breath, his body still responding to Cal's attentions. "I don't want you to accept because of my father. I want you to want me. If we sleep together tonight, I want to wake up with you next to me and I want us to get to know each other." He took another breath. "What I'm trying to say is that I don't want you to feel like you have to want me to be co-owner of the property. I want you to want me because you want me. With that said," Neal collected his shirt and headed toward the doorway. "If you can live with that, join me upstairs. If not, I'll understand." Neal climbed the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized what he'd just said but he knew that he had to. He had to know; he had to be certain. He just hoped ... he shook his head and tossed his shirt into the chair, lighting candles around the room, in hope and anticipation of Cal's arrival. A noise outside caught his attention and he rushed to the window in time to see the taillights of Cal's car disappearing into the darkness. "Oh, God. No!" His eyes blurred with tears and he jumped over the bed, nearly jumping down the stairs but he was too late. The red lights faded into almost nothing and only the sound of the crickets filled his ears. Shoulders slumped, Neal turned around, letting his feet lead him around the house and down the jetty. There, he could share his heartache with the lake and as he dipped his toes into the water, he wondered if his father had sat here, crying over his feelings for Cal as well. "What do I do, Dad? What the hell do I do?" Never Saw Blue Like That Ch. 07 Cal was frantic now. He'd searched the house and the front grounds and hadn't been able to locate Neal. It was only when he saw the lump lying at the end of the jetty did he allow himself to breathe, knowing that he'd found the young man. He dropped to his knees and spent a few long moments caressing Neal's soft cheek before he awoke him with a gentle shake. "Neal?" His heart thumped when he saw the young man's beautiful eyes open, the long lashes jeweled with tears. "I've been looking all over for you." "You left. I thought ... " "Oh, honey. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Cal rubbed Neal's chilled arms, helping him to sit up. "I just went home to get my things." Neal's deep blue eyes filled with tears. "I thought you ... that you didn't ... " "That I didn't want you? Oh, no, Neal. Nothing is farther from the truth." Cal cupped Neal's face, wiping his tears away. "I want you very much." He hesitated, forcing himself to forget about the hard length of flesh in his pants. "But I have a condition of my own." Neal swallowed, his eyes drifting down to the older man's soft lips. "Yes?" "I stay with you for as long as you want as long as you accept me signing over my part of the property." "No." "Yes." The passion in his hissed response was not lost on Neal and he just stared into Cal's eyes, not quite understanding what was going on. "But Dad willed it to you." "I don't care. I don't want anything to stand between us." Cal took a deep breath. "For as long as I can remember, I've wanted this lake and the property because it reminded me of your father." He turned his head, looking out across the rippling water, the sun sprinkling diamonds onto the waves. "But I've been living in the past for too long and I have to leave it behind to have a future with you." He turned back to Neal. "So if you can accept my condition, you can have my heart." Neal blinked against the tears that pricked his eyes. "I accept." Cal smiled and leaned in to kiss Neal, savoring the sweet taste of sleep on his lips. He wanted to take him back to the house but making love on the jetty seemed right, seemed perfect, in fact. His hands traveled the length of Neal's back, pulling the shirt upward and tossing it on the wooden planks behind. With that accomplished, he roughly explored Neal's torso, kneading muscles and giving sensual pinches to areas that drew a gasp from the young man. He pulled his mouth away long enough to taste Neal's nipples and forced himself not to cum when he heard Neal's cries of pleasure. Neal, on the other hand, didn't want to hold back. His hand slid down to his waist, deftly unzipping the pants and releasing his thin, but rock hard cock. He had just sought to lessen the pain of having his hard dick in a small space but Cal had other ideas. He gasped as the man pushed him onto his back and unceremoniously dropped his mouth onto his rod. His first instinct was to scream but the way Cal's tongue wrapped around him stole the breath from his lungs. Glorious sensations rocketed through his body and he laid himself open to every one, closing his eyes and thoroughly enjoying them. Cal was enjoying himself as well, deeply inhaling the musky scent of Neal's body as his mouth worked magic on the young man's penis. He was thickening second by second and Cal couldn't help but smile, knowing that he was the cause of it. He plunged down again, fiercely laving with his tongue and sucking at the same time, moving his hands under Neal's tight, young ass. By the way he was responding, Cal knew that it wouldn't be very long and he was right. With a childlike whimper and the growl of a man, Neal came, his cock spurting delicious ropes of sperm into Cal's mouth. His entire body jerked with each delivery and goosebumps covered his arms and legs as his lover's adept tongue licked him clean. It was several seconds before he recovered, panting as if he'd run a marathon in the spanse of a few minutes. "Was I good?" Neal laughed, hugging Cal to his naked body. "That was fantastic. You took the edge off for me." "Good." Neal slowly rose to his knees, unbuttoning Cal's shirt. "Now, it's your turn."